An army from the newborn multiverse descended, and quite a few divine consciousnesses were watching from the shadows.
"Die! No one can save you!"
Within the World Forge, a chilling voice slowly rang out, echoing throughout the entire multiverse. In the sparks of countless lives across the world—their souls, no, rather, their sparks—a towering phantom emerged and observed them from a higher perspective.
They could see that phantom too, within their sparks.
That supreme will carried an innate nobility and majesty, possessing absolute control over every single spark.
"Who is that?"
Countless beings were stunned, their faces blank with confusion.
That supreme gaze watched them, nearly suffocating them.
But soon, the gaze vanished.
Above the World Forge, those figures swarming in from all directions suffered the most direct impact. A vicious gaze fell upon their sparks, carrying undisguised disgust.
At that moment, every individual who was targeted by that disgust developed a bizarre illusion. It was as though the entire world were rejecting them, an immensely strange sensation, as if they had instantly become insects despised by the will of the world.
Fear and regret began to spread.
"This isn't the will of the newborn multiverse. This is Donnie's will."
Annihilation watched the scene and spoke calmly.
They were the Five Gods of the multiverse. When it came to understanding the multiverse, no one surpassed them—not even Donnie.
Donnie had merely restarted and altered the multiverse with his own hands, using himself as the soil that sustained the newborn multiverse.
Boom!
A deafening roar erupted. Under that cold, indifferent gaze, the sparks of those who had rushed over, as well as those still on their way, were simultaneously seized by an invisible hand, which slowly tightened.
"Damn it, I never intended to attack you!"
"You devil! Villain! Deceiver!"
"You're more